Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 226

Cordelia suddenly understood why Little Flame had been so insistent on playing one-on-one matches with her lately, and why he only chose the role of an archer.

Staring blankly at Yates, she suddenly realized, "You've been challenging me to one-on-ones lately to teach me how to play the archer, haven't you?"

Yates remained silent, causing Cordelia to furrow her brows, feeling a sudden heaviness in her heart. Why didn't Floyd want Little Flame on the team?

She clenched her jaw and spoke up, "I don't want to keep playing one-on-one. Actually, I'd rather be on your team."

She had researched Floyd's team when he first invited her. The other four members were injured, and they were short on players.

She didn't necessarily have to play as an archer; she was also skilled as a support, a formidable mid-lane mage, and could even learn to be a top laner. Little Flame was exceptionally good as an archer. He would fit perfectly in the team.

Yet, Floyd merely clenched his jaw and, looking down, finally met Cordelia's gaze, "Lia, would you consider playing as the archer?"

Seeing Floyd still rejecting Little Flame at this point irked Cordelia.

She tightened her jaw and said, "You two figure it out and let me know. I'm stepping out."

giving Floyd a piercing

back as Everard scoffed and followed

Floyd

they overheard nurses gossiping about a patient receiving special

respectful demeanor, assured them that the patient was doing well after surgery and

the unusual courtesy from the hospital staff, a detail that

Cordelia suggested hiring a nurse, recognizing their inability to provide constant care due to their

the concern for Yates lingered, but

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struggled with the decision of letting Yates join the team, knowing both Cordelia and Everard were upset

lost hope, challenged Floyd's assumptions about his suitability for the team, reflecting on

had started playing

roles. Their partnership had grown strong, promising a future team of

Yates from the team, citing his young age, felt like a betrayal, a wound that Yates had carried

their shared history and his personal

it felt as if the

its

mere thought of someone else stepping in to